Best Folder Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In...

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Ocie the Ocelot liked words a lot!
As a tot, words like dot and trot hit the spot
Then, getting older, the folder on her shoulder grew...

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NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it...

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I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people,
As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral.

My work was very...

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The talentless, envious, plagiarist’s dream
Was to find someone’s ‘Works’ on a shelf or a beam
In a Pub, in a folder, alone and ignored
As the author...

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7/20/19

"I'll be your Joker"


Still a registered voter
Signed up to be an organ donor
And finally became a car owner

I rarely use a controller
When it's time, I'll...

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OH you marbles in a jar!
Teacher wants us to guess how many of you there are
I try to count the ones showing, but I lose...

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I'm in the process of joining a Unitarian Universalist Green Sanctuary
communion of All Souls,
in Connecticut.

This is not my first time joining a new intentional good-faith...

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Going For A Job Interview

The moment of truth comes, when one comes face to face with a prospective boss…
Having secured an appointed date for interview,...

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MY SOMEDAY PC

Someday when I’ll lose all my fading imagination
I’ll ask my PC to bring from the clipboard a poem for me.
It’ll inscribe a sonnet...

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"I agree," Bayard murmured while looking at the few people walking I across the street. Summer was over and the boy was beginning to get...

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a windowless room.  
a clock on the wall.  
a fluorescent light flickers and buzzes.  
the breeze from an oscillating fan sweeps across...

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True love is unquestionable. 
What is true love?
To me; it is more feeling based rather than definitively worded. 
Emotional attached, formed mentalities that are equally...

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Last dance and remembering…

One more year gone
Another page is turned
Looking like a yearbook photo
That has me concerned

What is there left to do
What is there left...

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"50 Words for Poe: Rasputin"



The Rat was buried in the Pet Cemetery
His name was Rasputin

She had been fond of him for some time
feeding him morsels...

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